His brow creases. “So, we’d be…what? Bros with bennies?” I huff a laugh, hands tightening on his legs. “We can call it that. And if you decide it’s not for you? That’s fine. Sometimes people are just curious.” The look he gives me is amusingly stern. “Joey Kangaroo, my dude, my guy, I think if the things I’m envisioning you doing while you’re down on your knees are the opposite of off-putting, then I’m not as straight as I thought I was.”
